Cobra Kai Hawk Tattoo Novels & Stories

About ten minutes after Adrian left, a maid knocked on the door. She wore a typical maid’s uniform, barely spoke to me, and didn’t really look at my face either. She had a cart with some snacks and a bowl of soup. I noticed the small hawk tattoo on her wrist. It was a miniature, but it was the same symbol the other Hawks had. After she left, as I devoured the snacks, I wondered where Thomas's own tattoo was. After all, I had seen him naked and didn’t notice any hawk.

Immediately, I jerked my eyes upward. Too late. Those butt cheeks can’t leave my head, not for a very long time. I hated that my face was getting hot. Then I noticed the tattoos. A black raven stretched across his back, its wings half-spread on the back of his shoulders as though caught between flight and stillness. On his right shoulder was a black serpent curled over his left pec, glaring at the raven with so much intensity while the raven looked lonely and, worse, sad. More ink trailed across his back. Script. Symbols. Lines disappearing beneath fabric.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

Kai’s breathing had slowed beside me. “He was proud of himself,” I said bitterly. “Like catching me was some huge achievement.” I turned back toward Kai. “There was a tattoo on his chest. Over his heart.” Kai’s body went completely still. “A wolf paw,” I said slowly, picturing it again. “And underneath it… the letters N.B.” The moonlight caught in Kai’s eyes as they darkened. “And the weirdest thing,” I added with a small laugh, trying to lighten the moment, “was that his eyes were blue in his wolf form.”

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

It was clearly a sore subject. His breath was deep now, his chest rising and falling slowly. Kate’s eyes traveled to his chest tattoo; a black and grey skull with a snake constricting it covering the majority of his left pectoral muscle. It continued across his shoulder and down his left bicep. She wondered if it had any significance, deciding to ask him when he awoke.

In the most loudest voice that echoed the halls the Alpha was pissed and he immediately went for the kill as his claws and grapples him so fast before Kai could even flinch he was that furious and so betrayed that he didn't have sense to just think about the friendship that he had with him . Then the Alpha tore off his shirt so fast as if to see his mark has changed as when mated he- wolfs their mark has added and additional symbol, in Kai's case; he is a part of an obsidian black wolf as a sigma with his black and grey tattoo added with another wolf and the female is more subtle and less prominent meaning the mark is still the same as Theo's mark but Theo had something in store that will al

I scrambled the rest of the way down and knelt beside him. His eyes fluttered open as I turned him on his side, checking his wounds. And that’s when I saw it. The scar. A crooked line just below his collarbone. It wasn’t the scar that chilled me. It was the tattoo inked over it: a faded anchor and the letters KD—Kian Davenport. No one should’ve had that mark but me. I pulled his shirt down further. My breath caught in my throat. The same birthmark. Same shape. Same place.

He preferred it that way. Beta Remus entered the hall and sniffed appreciatively. His black eagle tattoo peeked out from the collar of his shirt. In a pinch, he could release the inky bird and it would take flight, providing reconnaissance from above. Each pack member's tattoo, received upon turning sixteen, transformed into a unique animal providing a unique gift. Only one wolf could claim each creature.